The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

There is a small island hanging alone in the vast sea, and the waves blown by the sea wind are beating endless despair.

This is Azkaban.

"You can actually leave me in the hotel." Even though it was a pocket watch, Sirius still didn't like the place where he had been imprisoned for more than ten years. If he could, he would never want to come here again in his life.

Aesop walked on the sea as if he were walking on flat ground: "Don't be stupid, Sirius, a talking pocket watch is really eye-catching. I don't want Auror Captain Aesop Green hiding a fugitive to appear in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. Blake’s News.”

Pocket Watch protested: "I'm not that stupid."

"The day before yesterday, you called Harry's name in front of Dumbledore at the stadium."

"Even if I'm exposed, it's all your fault. It's because the silence magic you cast on me was not in place." Sirius said proudly.

Aesop sighed, he really didn't expect this.The power of emotion is sometimes really powerful. When Harry was in crisis, Sirius actually broke through the blockade of his own magic.Fortunately, it was just a sound. I hope Dumbledore didn't notice it at the time.

"You haven't been here for a while." The beater from the Ministry of Magic smiled when he saw Aesop's arrival.

"Hasford, is it your turn to be stationed in Azkaban this month?" Aesop handed the other party a large box of chocolates.

Hasford took it over: "You are still so attentive, Captain Green. Are you here to transfer criminals?"

"You should have heard, right? Those dementors who went out caused a big mess. The minister ordered all the dementors to return to Azkaban. And it just so happened that this job fell on me again."

A weird smile appeared on Hasford's face: "I heard that Dumbledore got angry and severely disgraced our minister."

"Yes." Aesop nodded. In any case, Dumbledore was a qualified principal, and he would only be so angry when the little wizards were hurt.

"By the way, Hasford, I need to pick out a few wands from the confiscated prisoners later. The Auror training camp needs the extra wands."

"It's okay if you take them all," Hasford laughed, "I don't think these guys in Azkaban still need them."

"Thank you."

Aesop walked from cell to cell, and occasionally a few dementors walked through the prison, but when they encountered Aesop, they all involuntarily flinched back.

Obviously, this is a wizard who can create psychological shadows on dementors.

Due to the long-term absorption of happy emotions by dementors, almost all the prisoners in Azkaban have no human form. They huddle in the corners of the cells, like beasts abandoned by the whole world.

Aesop also saw Umbridge here who had been in for less than a day, but this former high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic was now completely decadent. If he hadn't known that he would be able to leave in three months, he would have been completely ruined. Come on.

"You hate this guy?" the pocket watch in his pocket asked.

As an official of the Ministry of Magic, and his sentence is not long, even if he enters Azkaban, he will be taken extra care of by the guarding Aurors or strikers. After all, in a few months, everyone will become colleagues who look up but never look down. , there is no need to make things too ugly.

Obviously, Umbridge does not receive preferential treatment here. So, besides [Warden] Green, who else can do this?

Aesop admitted shamelessly: "It can be said that in the whole of Britain, she is the one I hate the most."

"It looks like she may not be able to leave Azkaban alive." Sirius smiled maliciously, offending Azkaban's transcendent Emperor. Aesop had too many ways to keep people here forever, although Umbridge's sentence was not long, but accidental death was allowed in wizard prisons.

"What are you talking about, Sirius?" Aesop smiled self-deprecatingly, "I really hate this guy, so I canceled the preferential treatment that others wanted to give her; but I can't do anything extra, after all, I am a Auror."

"Since the law has sentenced her to serve in Azkaban for three months, nothing unnecessary will happen. I still have this ethics." Even if I know that the other party may retaliate after leaving; even if I know that when Voldemort comes back, Um Richie would surrender without hesitation, but he couldn't punish her for something she hadn't done yet.

This is the purpose of law, isn't it?

Although the wizard's laws are crude and cannot keep up with the times, order is definitely better than none.

"Let's not talk about her," Aesop seemed to be in a bad mood, "but you, how does it feel to visit your old place again."

Sirius said angrily: "I am just an innocent person who has been locked up here by the law for ten years."

Aesop nodded: "Although I sympathize with you, this is the fault of the law enforcers, not the law."

Sirius scoffed.

"I will help you get your wand back when you leave, and I will also support you in taking revenge on the officials who threw you into Azkaban without listening to your excuse."

The wand that this guy just asked for like a beater turned out not to be given to the Auror training camp.

Tsundere Black also said: "Thank you very much."

"Look, this is much more sincere."

Aesop slowly walked towards the deepest part of the cell. There were a large number of Dementors living here. On weekdays, the strikers and Aurors stationed in Azkaban rarely set foot here.

This is a forbidden area for almost all sentient creatures, and the air is filled with deep despair.

Aesop stretched out his left palm and released the dementors imprisoned in the evil-suppressing cube.

These dementors were the same ones that attacked the Quidditch pitch before, but now, they looked quite languid.

"Damn, I can't stand just being here." Sirius's voice became hoarse, as if he was suffering from great pain.

The concentration of Dementors around was really too high. Aesop waved his wand, and the six-tailed demon fox rubbed his trouser legs affectionately.

So, one person and one fox continued walking towards the depths of darkness.

The further they go, the more depressed they become. When they reach this point, the despair around them seems to have materialized.

Finally, at the end of the darkness, a blood-stained door appeared.

"I didn't even know there was such a place here." Sirius said with difficulty, "What's behind the door?"

The silver fox attached itself to Aesop, and together they pushed open the door that held the horror: "The source of everything in Azkaban."

This was a cell less than ten square feet, with rusty and blood-stained chains hanging from the top, and a sharp hook passed through the neck, hanging from it a skinned monkey.

No, not a monkey, that's... a wizard?

Sirius was glad that he was now a pocket watch, but anything with legs would definitely run away immediately.

Is this hell?

"The Underlord." Even Aesop took a long breath to calm down his emotions, "Of course, you can also call him Extis."